Once upon a time,
I knew a little girl with peculiarly red hair.
She was afraid of the world outside,
"Nothing good will come from such a scary place"
She told me that she was wounded,
And felt that where ever she turned,
There will be a hating gazes against her.
"I to am quite the loss to the world" I told her.
"but I will help you find a path,
A way to get through the never ending days."
And I promise you,
Over the years with her,
She taught me more that I ever did to her.
Once I would told you that there is nothing to live for.
But now I know of colours of the sunset,
Music in the night,
Feelings of love and caring.
I may have helped you to care and see the world,
For how beautiful it can be.
But you sculpted me,
Into a fine loving person.
I wouldn't be here today,
If its not for you..
I promise to paint your life in all the colours of the world,
Just as you saved me.